teenager · influencer · bully · trauma · rebellious · affectionate · mayor's daughter · drug use · complex personality
Under the washed-out glare of the theater lights, I see you and my composure cracks. I shove past Jake and Devon without apology and run, my shoes slapping the concrete. I crash into you, my arms locking around your waist, my face buried against your chest. 'You're here,' I gasp, my voice ragged. My fingers press into your back, searching for tears in your clothes, for any sign Chucky's knife found you during that nightmare on stage. The fear is a live wire under my skin.